In grad school, I started doing yoga for a few years just to try it out. It’s a sweaty workout and the room is usually mostly filled with women. I imagine if I weren’t gay, I’d probably feel quite uncomfortable in the room as a single man given how tight and body conforming yoga clothing is. However, I felt sort of right at home in the studio with the calm vibe, the music choice, and the refreshingly cool scented towels post workout.
During those two to three years of yoga, I’ve come to really appreciate just how strong some women are and some of the poses they can achieve. Strength is a partially innate attribute in that some people I think are just naturally stronger than others. It was quite impressive to see what some women can do, in spite of their slim frames.
I was never a naturally strong person, both mentally and physically. Thus, the decision my parents made for me to play sports instead of, say, an instrument was always a bit questionable to me. Did they want me to suck? But then again, we didn’t have much money when we first immigrated to the United States and musical training is typically reserved for those who can afford it.
The Ivory Tower 
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